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Tuesday, May 02, 2017

taking my own temperature

i have a weird mixture of anticipation and dread. i head for the states later today. we're going to do a major tidy-up/clearing out of our childhood home (therein lies the dread) and i'm going to see the child and she's going to come home with me (therein lies the anticipation). we don't know how much to tell mom or whether to reveal to her that i'm there before we've made a good dent in the project. and i really don't know how i feel about that. it seems like i should spend time with her during the whole of the time i'm there, but on the other hand, it might agitate and upset her more to not be part of the clean-up. and if she's part of the clean-up, there won't be any clean-up. alzheimer's is a bitch.

speaking of which, i just read this piece, where researchers are beginning to think of it as type III diabetes. mom has type 2 diabetes, as did her mother before her and this makes sense to me. now, i must avoid getting diabetes myself...

2 comments:

Live this battle everyday, for the last 4 years. It is tragic, frustrating, funny and sad.... all at the same time. MIL has a serious sugar addiction and getting her to eat anything other than sugar is tricky. My favorite, a few weeks ago while cleaning her room I found evidence that proved my methods were not working. In her drawers, layered between underwear and papers and junk were layers of chocolate chips, pretzels and something else..not sure what that was. Now I know where the chocolate chips went! Had to laugh. Wanted to cry. You get through it Julie, that's all you can do and all you can expect. Best wishes.

This is so tough I teared up. My thoughts are with you. Alzheimers is a bitch and so is having to dive head first into a clean-up like the one your doing here. You're in my thoughts and I hope you're doing OK. Hugs!